As they drove, Casey probed more about Wade and her life, appreciating it must have been tough in the police. He was not even sure her path would have been eased by the fact she was attractive. She had dusky skin, her mum had been Maltese and yes, she was fed up with the Malteeser jokes. However, her dad had been a true cockney, a tall man and she had inherited his height, strength and, Casey was beginning to think, the East End famed wit. This woman would likely make a good bagman.
Malteeserbagman.As they approached the children"s ward, Casey was alerted by the lack of activity. He grabbed Wade"s upper arm, "Hang on, this is not right," and he took his g*n from his shoulder holster and handed it to Wade. "Can you handle this?"
"Yes." and she discharged the hilt magazine, checked it, sla
